When I Grow Up

This is the conversation that I had w/ my four year old at dinner the other night:

K,"I want to be a dinosaur when I grow up."
Me, "Wow!"
K, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
(Oh, he thinks I'm not grown up....so sweet.)
Me, "I want to be a mom and a teacher." (so true, but NOT what he was looking for.)
K w/ a frustrated look on his face, "No, Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me, "I want to be a bird so I can fly." (a little more imagination right?!)
K was satisfied w/ that answer. He goes into all sorts of details about being a dino and how Dadda and Little J would be dinos too. I then said I wanted to be a dino that could fly wanting to be the same species as the rest of my family.

K, "After I am a dinosaur, I want to be a police officer. Then, I want to be a race car driver. Then I want to be a sword fighter. Then, I want to be a golfman."
I am so glad that my little one has such high expectations for himself....until he said this:"Then, after a golfman, I want to be a bad guy." Me, "K, I don't think you want to be a bad guy. Don't you want to be a good guy?" K, "Okay, I will be a good bad guy."

(On a side note, as I'm typing this K comes up to me. He asks what I'm doing and I retell our convo. He then says, "After all that, I want to be a monster. After all that, I will be done."

Oh, then it's settled.
(I'm rooting for the golfman--the least dangerous of the bunch. A golfman w/ values, of course.)

The Request

"Momma, play cars with me." The request came from my 2 year old. I was actually writing thank you notes for Christmas gifts--I figured January was coming to a close and that was my deadline. (yes, I am a procrastinator) He asked 2 times. I pulled myself away reluctantly. I sat on the kitchen floor and little J did too.
We zipped and passed cars back and forth. We had a fabulous time. Seriously. The first minute playing I thought of the thank you cards and how it might actually be February when they were received. Then, I thought of the floor--it so needed to be vacuumed. You know your floor needs to be vacuumed when your 2 year old points to bran muffin crumbs all over the floor and says, "Yucky." Following the crumb thought, my mind wandered to the fact that I needed to take a shower and get dressed--I couldn't stay in workout clothes all day. Finally, I told my mind just to knock it all off and "be in the moment." And, so I was. Best.ten.minutes.of.my.day. Thank you, little J.

20 Cents

I finally changed my cell phone plan--every text/pic/video I received/sent cost 20 cents. However, the story that unfolds to you now is a video VERY well worth those two dimes.
J was going out of town and K said, "Dadda I am going to wave to you from the window." Well, with all of the hustle and bustle, J forgot to look out his window and wave to K. He drove off and K was absolutely devastated. You know the look, the crumpled up face followed by big crocodile tears. "Dadda didn't wave to me."
I immediately called J, who felt terrible about it. He then sent K a video message waving to him and telling him that he loved him. K probably watched it 20 times the first day. Every time he watched, K would wave back to J and say he loved him too. It was so very sweet--my boy with the tender heart who ADORES his daddy. As the commercial says, "Priceless."